Their bias chains my grief
Not acceptable to grieve a dad and husband.
A conservative far from me, suffering from gun shot to the neck
As of now, I hold his limp hand as half the nation grieves and half a nation celebrates.
Tall, brown hair, baby faced,
Charlie, we lost you in the Internet-fabricated hate
Demeaning your laugh, your vision, your ethic for the chance to idolize a man dressed as a cat.
My heart doesn’t burn with hate
That flame was extinguished when I realized the wood of justice would cause a forest fire, consuming the entire human race.
Now you sit with those before, taken too soon for a noble cause.
Eventually, my bravery will match yours, Charlie.
For now, I’ll attempt to be innocuous despite the painful truth of your end.
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